Now propped on his elbow, he gently brushed her hair with his fingertips and started tracing the outline of her face, her eyebrows, her lips with the tip of his index finger. She stirred in her sleep, a slight smile forming on her lips.
The car behind me honked. I looked up at the traffic light. It had turned green -my turn to go. As I took my foot off the brake and slowly pressed on the gas pedal, I glanced back at the couple waking up on the sidewalk in the partial shelter of a setback storefront entry.
She had opened her eyes, turned on to her back and was smiling softly up at him as he spoke to her.